Elora’s POV.
I look at his hand like it offended me, then I look up at Conrad’s green eyes and handsome face. I look again at his hand. I bite my lower lip nervously.
“Ok, b***h. It’s time. You can’t keep running from this. He won’t let it go. He sees you.” That little voice in my head says and I blink.
“But what if he thinks I’m some kind of freak?” I answer back, and the voice chuckles.
“And? Who the f**k cares? You are a freak, but you are fabulous, darling. Now pull up your big-girl panties, take that stud’s hand and pour your little black heart out.” It replies and I sigh.
I step closer to Conrad and place my hand in his. Those damn static shocks shoot up my arm, and he offers me a smile. He is so beautiful.
“Thank you for trusting me with this. What you tell me won’t leave me,
